He snorted, but now wasn’t the time for retaliation. [Assuming] that the two of them would exit the lounge and make their way to the Dojo’s front gates, there would be a large, militaristic jeep waiting for them. The window rolled down slightly to reveal Reagan, a young woman with a head of short, shaggy blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. “Judging from the weaponry, you guys’er heading to that robo? Need a ride?” Ainsley turned towards Alpha. “You have a way to get there, or?”

"Got a military-grade space fighter, if you want" She said, nonchalantly

“Might be a little faster than by car,” Ainsley replied, and Reagan simply nodded before driving off. “Lead the way,” Ainsley said, looking at Alpha.

She did so, and she lead him to a small fighter, with twin coilguns mounted under chainguns on the twin wings. "Get in." She said, opening the hatch